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Aarohi was thinking about the deeds, she had committed till then while sitting on the floor.
"Please!!! No.. Don't do this to me. I promise I will go far away from here." Someone cried in pain.
"Stop it!! Aarohi Thakur does not show any mercy to people like you." She roared.
"Please forgive me for the one last time." The person begged in front of her.
"Forgiveness is for mistakes, not for crimes." She hissed and stabbed the person in his chest.
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"I will take care of this body. Also, I will help you in entering his life. But you have to promise me that you will bring colours back in his life. You will pull him out of the darkness."
"I promise you, I will fill his dull life with colours again."
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She was lost in her thoughts when someone knocked the door. She lifted her face and quickly corrected the pleats of her saree. Opening the door, she found Isha standing there with a bag and a jewellery box. She asked her to come inside.
"Bhabhi, Bade Papa has asked me to give these to you." She said pointing towards the bag and the box. "Today's you Muh Dikhai in the evening and you have to wear this outfit." She said handing her the bag and the box.
"Oh! Okay." Aarohi replied.
"Don't worry, Bhabhi. There won't be so many guests in the function." Isha informed her. "And Bade Papa has also asked Bhaiya attend the function." She added with an intention to lighten her mood. Not knowing that she had actually done the opposite.
Bhaiya - elder brother
Bhabhi - brother's wife/sister-in-law
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-Nishkarsh's POV-
After an eventful morning at the mansion, I have come to the place where I feel the most relaxed. HIGH SKY ABODES. The chain of hotels, I had started five years ago, when I was just 23. Although, we have a textile business which was started by my great-grandfather decades ago and was later taken over by my Bade Papa. Now, it is handled by Mr. Rathore and Utkarsh.
I never wanted to enter into our family business. First, because I don't have any interest in it and second, because of Devendra Rathore. I don't want his negative influence on me. Neither personally, nor professionally. That's why I had entered into hotel industry. The initial days were not as smooth. But with my consistent hard work and the constant support from Bade Papa and my friends, it grew manifolds and now, I have hotels in almost each and every country of Asia.
I have spent my whole time in nurturing my business, cracking deals for its growth and expansion, getting no time for dating and hook ups. Love and marriage are the things, I am not fond of. My past has given me enough scars to ruin my belief in marriage, bonding, love or any other stupid emotion. Therefore, when Bade Papa had talked about my marriage two years ago, I refused him straight-forwardly. I don't know how many times he tried to convince me, but I didn't budge from my decision. But this time, he was quite persistent in getting a 'yes' from me. He, even, blackmailed me annoyingly l emotionally and I had to give in to his wish.
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Agar Tum Na Hote
General Fiction(Strong female lead × Hot Headed male lead) An eternal tale of Nishkarsh Singh Rathore and Aarohi Thakur. Individuals who cannot even bear each other's presence, know how they learn to stand together for each other while fighting with their own shar...
